Meany.
My opinion of the man’s manners didn’t get any better when he yanked the phone out of my hand. He grabbed me and dragged me over to the hostess counter where his two friends were standing. I much preferred the floor with the other hostages.
Well, truthfully, I preferred my penthouse, but I didn’t think I was going to get my wish there, and it wasn’t like I was going to invite these yahoos back to play Parcheesi.
“What is your name?” the man I thought of as the “chief asshole” asked as he took my phone from Mr. Meany.
Well, he kind of demanded.
“Lany Delvecchio.”
That’s what it said on my driver’s license, and I had no problem sharing that bit of information. I was proud to be Lany Delvecchio. It was better than Lancaster Harris III, the name I had been born with.
Sal had christened me Lany when we met. He had made me a Delvecchio when we got married three years ago.
I went by nothing else.
Well, I went bycaro, too, but only for Sal. And my parents and uncle called me Junior. I hated it, but had long ago accepted it.
My eyes popped wider when the man held my cell phone out to me. I started to reach for it, but then paused, the wheels in my brain working overtime. Hell, they were practically leaving skid marks.
“He just took my phone from me.” I gestured toward Mr. Meany. “Why are you giving it back?”
“I want you to make a little phone call.”
“Oh, hell no!” I took two steps back before spinning and running back over to where Eddie and Lyn sat. There was no way I was going to be the go-between for these idiots.
As big as their guns were, Sal’s were bigger.
“Hey!” the chief idiot shouted. “Get your ass back here.”
I jumped when the man fired off a round into the ceiling, but that didn’t stop me from returning to my spot on the floor.
They might have been idiots, but I wasn’t.
“Hey!”
I rolled my eyes at Eddie and Lyn as I crawled between them and sat down.
“I’m gonna shoot your ass if you don’t get back here.”
I shook my head vehemently. “Then you’re just going to have to shoot me. I’m not making that phone call.”
“He wants you to make a phone call?” Lyn asked.
I nodded.
“But he just took your phone.”
“I know, right?”
It was nice to know I wasn’t the only one that saw that as weird.
And somewhat counterproductive.
Just how unprofessional were these guys?
“Who does he want you to call?” Eddie asked.
